Oct 12, 2019

prose poem - 'Years of living with pain.'

Years of living with pain. Carrying the weight of a lost son. Knees that ache, the left one horribly so. I do what I can. I move through life one day at a time, I try to think about other days. I don’t always succeed at that, but sometimes I do. The pain and the weight; my left and my right. One is hard, the other harder. Last night up in the very late hours to find that even the air around me was crying.

04 July 2019
12 Oct 2019

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